you dont come and see me anymorei know your eyes are sick and tired and sorei been busy in my headand runnin' circles round my bedmy catchin' up is runnin' outta timeand you dont come and see me anymore

i reckon i'm just preachin' to the choirand i aint been to church in quite a whilei dont 'member all them words to that old rugged crossi been hangin' my head out to dry up in the cloudsand you dont come and me anyhow

chorus chorus

my hands fill up my pockets keepin' time..

c. 2005 gypsyeses muysic BMI

malcolm holcombe

Gamblin' House

i got my own kinda problemsmy own kinda rulesi got frieinds in my walletthey love me like a foolthey love me like a fool